"Well the parable of the good samaritan is told through the eyes of aman who travels, is beaten, robbed, tortured, you get the idea. And thena strange... comes to the man's aid, doesn't give a name, just helps. Thetwist is that the stranger is the Good Samaritan. Well that was yourmother. She helped so many and never asked for thanks."I smiled. "That's pretty amazing. But, I mean, what kind of woman wasshe?"My dad stepped back and looked at me. "Oh, I see what you're asking.Umm." He scratched his. I close my eyes and focus on the sensations as his hands slide along my ass and down to my clit.His fingers explore me gently but insistently. He pulls my panties down my legs and I use my foot to catch them and push them off completely. As I pull one leg up toward my chest to give his hands more room to explore, my ass bumps against him, and I feel how hard he is against me.I shiver with anticipation. He presses his fingers against my clit, and then slowly slides two fingers into me, and I. Her hair was long and falling free on her backless blouse.I sensed that though she has wore a full sleeve blouse, her boobs are big, round and opulent. She was a slim lady with some extra flesh and fat at the right places. Her buttocks were looking awesome in the tightly wrapped saree. Her saree was just an inch below navel which was making her looks a little sexy.In short she was a sex bomb but wrapped up in the clothes. As she stepped out of the lift, I was shocked to see her traditional. She offered to lend me the money for my books and courses and said I could pay her back whenever it was possible. I thanked her but said I didn't know when I’d ever be able to repay her. I’d known Tina a long-time — she was a couple years older than me — but I’d never asked what she really did for a living, although I knew she owned a spa where you could spend a few hours being pampered. I guessed she made good money because she had her own place, it was decorated nicely, she had beautiful.